Let's beat it?
Your place or mine?
Your place.
- You prefer we go to your place? - No.
I don't like the style too much...
You want to drink something?
No, I've drunk enough.
I don't get hard when I drink too much.
You want something floppy?
Here...
Strip off slowly for me.
Touch the tip of your nipples, I like that.
And you?
What me?
- What are you doing? - Getting a hard-on.
That's already something.
Don't talk so much.
Whatever.
What should I do?
Touch the tip of your nipples.
That's not gonna be easy.
Funny, you with no head.
I'll have to think about it. I'm not sure I can accept.
Goodbye, Miss.
I'm going to the bathroom.
My name is Chris...
Christopher.
I'm Aurore.
You're impulsive...
just like me.
Not always.
Who's the guy with you?
My dad.
- Why doesn't he speak French? - He's American.
You're American... I knew it.
I'm both, my mom is French.
You wanna stay together?
Yeah.
Why not?
I'll wait outside.
No, I'm great.
- I've gotta go. - Already?
- We'll have no time together? - To bond? Whatever.
I'm parked out back.
Where are we headed? Your place?
This is my place.
No, I'm not coming home tonight.
No, don't worry.
Ok.
Ok, don't make a scene.
Have a good trip.
These little roads are great.
My mom left when I was. She was a wanderer too.
My dad wanted to make a clean break from her.
He gave her some cash.
Not a lot, because he was a plumber.
It pays ok, though.
I guess she liked cash more than she liked me.
He croaked a year ago.
Cancer.
I didn't like my dad.
Here you are.
Thank you.
Enjoy your meal.
Feeling programmed like a robot. I can't stand it.
It's hard to rebel, when you have everything.
Money, health...
supposedly perfect parents.
Guys?
- Yeah. - A lot?
- Not many. - How many?
Three.
All the way, that is.
I'm the fourth?
My lucky number is four.
I swear.
- You ever have an abortion? - No.
Anything else about guys?
I nearly got engaged to the last one, Scott.
What's the nickname for Scott?
Scotty.
I don't like the guy. Did you love him?
No. He was like a stereotype,
Mr. Perfect.
Big smile, firm handshake, ambitious.
My parents loved him.
A good match.
What bullshit.
I want to be inside you, now.
You like it?
My dad bought it 5 years ago, but we only come once a year.
We could redecorate together?
If you want me to feel at home, absolutely.
- You have a cleaning lady? - No, not yet.
Who waters the plants?
They're fake.
I don't like fake plants. Throw them out.
I'm going to hire a cleaning lady.
You like to cook?
It's better I don't.
No big deal.
We'll do Dial-A-Pizza, Dial-A-Chinese, Dial-A-Couscous.
I don't like cell phones.
I don't like you talking to other guys.
Who's this Oliver?
Oliver's my best friend.
And he's gay, if that makes you feel better.
It doesn't.
Really?
Speak American to me.
Go on.
You understand?
No.
I hope you're saying nice things to me?
I've made out good since my dad died.
I'm a wanderer, that's my job.
For money, I play poker.
I'm lucky.
Little things here and there.
I don't have many expenses.
I love driving... I leave Paris, I drive.
Like we're doing now.
I live little road movies.
"Road trips", you mean "road trips".
You're chatty this morning.
No, I'm just telling you.
You don't ask questions.
I like that about you.
You never ask any questions.
So that's perfect.
It's because you know me.
I felt that when we met.
You know me.
We understand each other perfectly.
Excuse me.
I'm looking for Lauzin Street.
No idea, I'm new around here.
Without a GPS, it's hard to find your way around.
Buy a map.
Alright now get lost.
- We're only talking. - Beat it.
You deaf? You wanna fight?
Chris, let it go.
That's a first, someone wanting to fight for me.
You like it?
Yeah.
You know there's internet in the apartment.
I know. But I have my habits.
See you next Thursday.
Yeah, see you Thursday.
How much did you give her?
300 euros.
100 per hour, that's too much.
Her work is worth it.
- It's not the rate. - Fuck the rules.
Who should decide the price of work?
Paying our cleaning lady executive rates is my business.
I need some fresh air.
- You know him? - No.
- He looks like a prostitute. - That's exactly what he is.
- He looks young. - He's 18.
That's what they all say.
Wait here.
This is Steve, Steven. We're having lunch.
- What do you usually eat? - Junk, muesli bars.
Healthy food is good for you.
Let's go for a walk in the woods.
- You sure? - I'll pay you for the time.
OK cool.
Your generosity again?
We're engaged, we're getting married soon.
This is one of my favorite spots. There's never a soul on weekdays.
I want to give Steve a cuddle.
You're the one who counts, baby. With you, I never cheat.
I don't like him.
I don't like him either.
What the hell happened?
What the hell happened, Chris?
Did you fight?
He wanted me to choke him...
you know, while...
I didn't judge it right.
It was an accident, huh?
Right, it was an accident?
Wanna get out of here?
To go where?
Where I come from. Where I was born.
In the North, near Lille.
Why not, yeah.
I love you so much, baby.
It wasn't an accident, right?
Don't talk about that.
Don't mention it again.
Something deep connects us.
That's the only thing that matters.
Christopher!
What do you want now? You always show up with no warning.
Aurore, the love of my life.
We'd like you to marry us. A symbolic act.
What's the hesitation?
You can't refuse me anything.
Christopher,
do you take Aurore for your wife, and promise to remain faithful to her,
in happiness and in hard times,
in sickness and in health,
and love her all the days of your life?
I do.
Aurore,
do you take Christopher as your husband,
and promise to remain faithful to him
in happiness and in hard times,
in sickness and in health,
and love him all the days of your life?
I do.
He gave me pocket money in my teens.
We had a lot of fun together.
I feel sorry for that priest.
We're empty.
- You didn't see the sign? - No.
I can't read anyway.
And your girlfriend can't read?
She's my wife, and she's not French.
- What's your name? - Alexandre.
No, thanks. If the boss sees me smoke...
- Your boss is an asshole? - He's a boss.
I'm still on trial.
To get work round here, you really gotta toe the line.
You like cars?
Yeah but now we only get old wrecks to fix.
Like the boss says, we're not magicians.
People don't have money to buy new cars.
You should see the clunkers they bring in.
What do you do after work?
- Not much. - You have a girlfriend?
This is Alex, he's a good guy.
We were just chatting.
You'll find gas in Armentières.
We're staying at the Vert Mont Inn for 2-3 days.
Come by and see us.
Sure why not.
He can't read? Is that true?
- Hello, Mrs. Levant. - You've come back?
- I wanted to show my wife around. - You're married?
We're staying 2-3 days, do you have a room?
He won't be pleased to see you, but...
we have so few clients I can't refuse. But you pay in advance.
Sure, no problem.
He never got over it.
She's talking about her husband.
Their son died.
He was my best friend.
Benoit.
Ben.
We were always hanging out.
Going out drinking all night.
Then one evening, in his pad,
he started howling like crazy,
completely drunk...
saying that he wanted to die,
that the world was a shit hole,
he didn't want to be part of it...
The more he talked...
the more I laughed, listening to him.
But he wasn't laughing.
He seemed so convinced.
I didn't even try to comfort him
or contradict him.
Nothing.
I left him alone.
Next day...
his father found him in his room,
checked out.
Alcohol overdose, some shit like that.
We mixed everything in our drinks to get really fucked up.
I speak American too.
When I walk like this going nowhere,
crazy ideas go through my head.
You wanna know?
Sure.
I'm like a fish,
no one hears me cry.
Everything good is wild and free.
I'd like to be a cowboy.
I didn't kill Ben.
I don't want a life of quiet despair!
Me too!
You know what makes our love dangerous?
No.
That it ends.
You did it.
You led him astray.
Without you, he'd still be here.
You killed him,
feeding him sick ideas.
I need some fresh air.